Page 14 of The Elf’s Naughty Toy

“I’ve never tasted anything like you, Millie. You’re sweeter than gumdrops and richer than hot chocolate.”

The ache is nearing an excruciating high. My hips begin to grind against him, needing to find relief. His groan of approval is loud, and his mouth has now doubled down its efforts. Licking, sucking, and nibbling his way over every inch. When he wraps his lips around my clit, sucking on it like it’s the tip of a candy cane, my body explodes. The orgasm tears through every nerve, shattering my strength and leaving me in a heap of exquisite convulsions. I’ve never felt anything like it. It’s like I’m floating in some magical realm. Every part of me tingling with pleasure. It’s another crazy phenomenon that I can’t explain. All I know is that I want more of it.

“Open your eyes, little dove. I need to know you’re all right.”

My eyes flutter open. Brawn is above me, looking calmer now, which doesn’t make sense. I figured he’d be in more of a dire state, needing to find relief to his own ache.

“It’s better now.” I nod, feeling like I can finally breathe again. “The pain is gone.”

“Good, little dove. That’s good.”

“What about you?” I reach down between us, wanting to feel what kind of state he’s in, but his hand stops me.

“If you touch me now, I won’t be able to stop, and there’s something I need to say first.”

“But you’re still in pain.” I can see it straining between his legs.

He shakes his head. “Kissing you took the edge off. But it’s not going to last, so I need to get this off my chest. I’m sorry, Millie. I didn’t know my actions would hurt you and your mom. I can’t go back in time and change anything, but there is something I can do to make it better. And if Santa gives me a Christmas wish, my only wish is for you and for those you care about to be eternally happy.”

The tears blur my vision. That word has a magical power of its own, making the pain retreat. Making me feel lighter. Hopeful.

“It pains me to think that you’ve spent so many years suffering, my sweet girl, but that is going to end. And if Santa won’t give me my wish, then I’ll go to the Keeper of Magic and give him my soul in exchange for your happiness.”

I shoot up, rattled by his words. “No, Brawn. You can’t do that. Please promise me you’ll never do that. I’m in love with you. I need you in my life. Please, you have to promise me.” He can’t leave me. I won’t survive without him.

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Brawn

My father once told me that when a giant’s soul finds its mate and their souls unite, our magic grows to exponential bounds. I’m pretty sure that’s what I’m feeling because my entire body feels like its electrified with power. My heart feels like it’s expanding inside my chest, glowing with love and pounding with strength. Joy and merriment don’t even come close to describe the emotions that are saturating my senses.

“Are you telling me you want to keep me, little dove?”

Her insistent “yes” has me smiling.

“And, does that mean I get to keep you, too?”

“Yes.” She bobs her head profusely. “I want you to keep me forever, Brawn.”

And the jingle bells are now ringing in my ears like it’s Christmas morning.

“I love you, my little turtle dove.”

“I love you, too. Wait.” Her face lights up like something just came to her. “Is that why you call me little dove?”

“Yes.” I nod. “They mate for life. Never flying without the other. Both caring for their young from egg until the time they leave the nest. You, my little dove, are the one I want to fly through life with. You are the one I want to make babies with.”

Her smile suddenly falters and the look that settles into her beautiful eyes has my nerves rattling.

“But what about the golden rule, Brawn? We aren’t allowed to be together. It’s forbidden.”

I lay her back down, wedging myself between her legs. “I bet if I can turn you into a nice, sweet girl, get you to stop being so naughty, Santa will grant us his blessing.”

“And how do you plan to do that?” She cocks her chin, letting her naughty side come out to play.

“By shoving my magical cock between your legs and taming your wild.”

Her teeth sink down into her bottom lip and the urge to lick the little indents away draws me forward.

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